After Li Huaigu left, Chen Yi was "forced" to write two calligraphy copybooks.
One in Wei Qing Style, one in Running Script.
Every character bloomed with splendor, rosy radiance curling around them and lighting up the somewhat dim study room, where dark clouds had blotted out the sun.
Mr. Yue Ming was so delighted that he could not close his mouth, praising them again and again.
Yet after admiring them only briefly, he hastily rolled up the copybooks, treasured them away in a box, and even deliberately hid it at the very bottom of the desk.
Seeing the strange look in Chen Yi's eyes, Mr. Yue Ming explained in a low voice, "The other gentlemen at the academy are all shameless old men."
"If they saw these, they would inevitably come and trouble you. This old man is doing it for your sake."
Chen Yi secretly curled his lip. If he wanted to keep them all for himself, then so be it. Finding such an excuse was truly... not bad.
Chen Yi did not like trouble to begin with.
And with so many matters tangled around him lately, one less burden was one less burden.
After that,
Mr. Yue Ming, in his capacity as the academy headmaster, took him around for a look.
The library tower, Study Halls, music rooms for practicing the Six Arts of a Gentleman, archery grounds, horse fields, and more—it took half a day to make a full circuit.
Chen Yi more or less came to understand Guiyun Academy's situation.
Setting aside everything else, judging solely from the scale of its book collection and the arrangement of its school buildings, Guiyun Academy ought to rank among the top twenty in the Wei Dynasty.
Only several academies with long legacies had broader grounds, richer collections, and more